They really like me...

A day that starts with a headache is not usually a good one. But I'm sitting here smiling because of some of the little things that have followed.

I've only been at work five minutes, but:-

** One person has delved into her files to find information that could be useful to me, when I'd told her not to worry herself, and it was not her job to do so. It wasn't even work - it was something useful to me personally. She didn't have to, but she did.

** Another person has taken the time to thank me for help I gave her colleague. (I didn't have to, but I did. Is there maybe a pattern here?) I didn't do it for thanks, but it's nice to be given it.

** A complete (but nonetheless attractive) stranger stopped to ask for directions and started flirting with me. Dang.

It always amazes me, the way little things can turn your whole day around.

Of course, being a writer*, I immediately start to think about how this capacity of the Small Thing to make a Big Difference might be used in the current WIP. Writing romantic suspense, there's a tendency to have lots of Big Things happening in the story. Maybe some of those Small Things, and the effect they have on the characters, will add realism to otherwise fantastical stories?


*Given how long it's been since I wrote something useful, whenever I say "I'm a writer," I half expect a thunderclap, the darkening of the skies, and the Devil arising in a ball of sulphurous flame from the depths of hell to pin me with his trident, stamp his cloven foot and scream, "YOU LIE!!" in the shrill and terrible voice of a thousand eternally suffering souls. Ahem.